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Joined: May 2006 Gender: Female  Posts: 18 Karma: 0 |  | Re: Warming up for the Lesson « Reply #10 on Jul 24, 2006, 9:40pm » | |
{ post coming. sorry, the barn has me really busy .. }
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Joined: Apr 2006 Posts: 65 Location: The back of a Saddlebred Karma: 0 |  | Re: Warming up for the Lesson « Reply #11 on Jul 25, 2006, 8:59am » | |
((No problem, glad you're back though))
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Kyle McGinnis - > Sophomore - > Endurance - >> South Of Heaven |
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Joined: May 2006 Gender: Female  Posts: 18 Karma: 0 |  | Re: Warming up for the Lesson « Reply #12 on Jul 26, 2006, 7:17pm » | |
;a singular spire faced chris, listening to her contently, while inhaling, and holding it, before he allowed a large puff of carbon extract from his barrel. keeping a short gaze on blade every so often - he continued to gaze around the indoor, its long, and wide form almost duplicating a drassage ring, other than the practice cones having been stacked in the back corner, and off to the side. most of the ring was cleared, with the exception of a three-bounce crossrail combination, just giving a good reminder to himself that he was made for endurance, stamina, and show jumping. only imaginary visuals of himself kept him busy for most of this moment of staring, while reality was long since lost.
the whisp of polish, the shimmer and squirt of the shoeshine, beaming while the pace was set between the balance of the rider, and the mindset of the bay mammal that gathered below the human. her posting quickened within the hunt seat, as he felt her didgits crawl and mingle their way up a tightened and neatly arched boa. in silence, the rider had nudged him on into a smoothed and slow lope, keeping it that way, as one, they neared the old-style chicken coop fencing. his stride was never loosened, just kept steady for the time being, as irons carried both their frames toward the obstacle. with a final beat, rear pistons pushed up, throwing himself over the nearest jump, streaming, and flying higher than ever before. suddenly, the bit slammed upon the outer sector of his dentals, the bit suddenly falling out. with a look down, there was the sky, and they were falling up. everything seemed to go haywire, until his dream had bounced back to reality, and he hit the hard ground, upon his side, the tack undone off of him, his leg feircly caught by the fencing, but not broken or mangled. his rider, nowhere to be found.
it was times like these that the bay wished he was never even introduced to a saddle. what had happened in such dreams was a reminder of what had happened in reality to the rider hired by his elderly owners. upon the back of a champion warmblood, they had flocked together, the pair had lept over the highest fences imaginable. serious practice, every single day. before jack had even the chance to be re-entered in the championship, or be considered one. over the chicken coop fencing, the warmblood had tripped, and taken an extremely hard fall against the course, the rider with a severely destorted leg, and a serious chance of never being able to ride again. it was times like these that he felt lonesome, times like these he felt useless, and after that instance - spooked. now that he was back in reality, he felt the light movement of chris' palms forwarding up his neck, and bringing the reins along with them. they were both taut, a signal to back up. therefore, doing so, the gelding moved backward, not knowing that the humanoid was truly asking of the first in saddleseat movements.
surely it felt akward, his comb slithering beneath the bit, and inscissors gnawing at it, attempting to drop it, and roll over on it to the best of his ability. it was..interesting.. not exactly what he had expected, but, a double bit could have been worse when it came to recognition training.
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Joined: Apr 2006 Posts: 65 Location: The back of a Saddlebred Karma: 0 |  | Re: Warming up for the Lesson « Reply #13 on Jul 26, 2006, 10:11pm » | |
((Done? I'll reply soon))
| Chris Johnson -> Instructor ->> Atomic Tom & Dark Rendevous
Kyle McGinnis - > Sophomore - > Endurance - >> South Of Heaven |
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